Just great!"Perfect!" Sandy declared happily. "That's the way you should be eatingfrom now on."Not likely, Chad thought. But just then, someone knoc...ed at the door.Chad quietly panicked inside while Sandy went to answer it. She cameback a few moments later with Mel."Keep eating," Sandy ordered as they got back to the kitchen.Mel watched him eating awkwardly with the tiny baby spoon. "I must say,you found a way to make even his eating look more childish." Babies don't hold spoons the way we. I didn't like the idea of skirts or dresses, or pants tight enough torestrict my movement. Most of the pants were still tighter than thepants I wore when I was a boy, but I also got one pair of loose sweatpants to wear while transforming."Things are going to be really tight this month," Mom said, "with theseclothes and the emergency room bill. Jason said he could help out,but we're not going to have any money for extras." I understand," I said.I still didn't sleep; I spent the night reading,. In fact, the memory gave me an erection. She was not bashful about noticing, and stared at my tented crotch.I liked her sleek look. She looked healthy. Not athletic, but fit.Not fat nor saggy nor bony. All of her between shoes to panties and up to bra strap had been visible. Yet her ribs weren’t. Her bra strap wasn’t pinched into her flesh, either. Rode on the surface, without fleshy overhangs. Firm fleshed, would describe her. No hour glass figure, or antebellum 13 inch waist. This woman’s. She told me she’d been with her boyfriend, who works nights, since she was 14, she’s now 17. We talked about her life and when I asked her where her boyfriend was she said “He’s taken their daughter to see his mother”.She was typically giggly as she sat and drank her drink. When I asked her if she’d had anyone else beside her boyfriend she looked shocked and said “I’m not a slag” I apologised and said “I just wondered if you could compare him with anyone” she smiled and giggled replying “No”, I.